| Yeah, Wu-Tang, I feel great right now, youknowhatimean
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| This is it, The Psychic World of Walter Reed
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| Yo, RZA, just let them know something man
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| We been doing this for a long time, so, tell 'em RZA, one more time
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| Youknowhatimean, I feel great right now, let me bring ya’ll closer to the
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| culture
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| It’s like Gandhi when he aided his first, something great, something special
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| Just like an eagle when he watches the NASA take off
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| Or horses by the runway, watching cars drive by
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| Well here comes the pain, youknowhatimean
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| There comes the pain
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| After the sunshine
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| Okay, a 108 celestial stems, stretch out my terrestrial limbs
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| Master the puzzle within, identify the coherent
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| Combination without aging, I’m spacing
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| That’s just a metaphor, head covered like Skeletor
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| A fellow law, they said inside the booth is the fountain of youth
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| But within my ideas I found the reservoir
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| I let the presents draw, they used to call me weird out of fear
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| I did the impossible, with no clothes I walked on top of hot coals
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| Discovered pots of gold, now I jot the scrolls
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| The creation narrated pre-exist the foundation of language
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| The ancient and the infamous, untainted for the brainless
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| Breaking the elements, development, erasing the devilment
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| Taking from the sacred intelligence
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| Priest, the heretic, but now I’m from David’s heritage
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| Escaping in an angelic ship, Cherubs did create the skeletons
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| Shaped through the melanin, embraced it by the Seraphims
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| In heavy rain, in space, shape the Nephilims
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| Divine order begin, recorded with my pens, why seek outward
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| The reward is within, Egyptian empires, hieroglyphic writers
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| Where they really fallen angels survivors
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| Was the Rosetta stone owned by Ethiopians
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| Or the rest of the holy men, we won’t know til they shovel our bones
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| The Indian chiefs smoke opium, this is not blasphemy
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| Or the devil’s symbol the Baphomet, this is just a rap word play
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| Stuff that I learned from the curb one day
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| I’m like Daniel in a cage with Gryphons, my face stiffens as I saw a great
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| vision
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| Grey pigeons that shape shifting in the space system
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| Laboratories with apes missing, martial law
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| It’s a state prison, Great Britain
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| Techno Priest, retro freaks, a computerized sun
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| With electro street, loungin' in a new world ghetto
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| Playing RZA beats, the AD I done lost clothe speaks
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| Jaguar paw, Walter the weirdo, what up RZA?
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| I place a universe inside of each verse
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| I know your soul need energy work
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| They said when he was young, he had seven suns above his tongue
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| The ark of the covenant between his gums
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| Kingdoms |